A/N: So I wrote this for the NFFR colour challenge. It's two connected drabbles, each a hundred words long.
A Land Once Known
or Silver and Gold
Golden Age
Once, Susan had been able to look out the window and find the gold in her land. It was in the canvas of the sunset, and autumn leaves of the dryads. She had only to look at Lucy's hair or Peter's crown or Edmund's ring, or even at her own dress to see, as often as not, the little golden threads stitched in perfect precision. Or she could close her eyes and remember Aslan's tawny fur.
Some said the Golden Age was so named because of the peace and prosperity; Susan knew it was from the colour of Narnia itself.
Silver Age
In the thirteen hundred years since Susan left, it seemed the gold had slowly seeped from the land, to be replaced by harsh silver. Silver for Telmar, silver for oppression, silver for change. Robotic men in silver masks marched row upon row on true Narnians, and despair settled upon Susan then. Even when Aslan returned, he seemed much less golden than she remembered.
When Susan watched the silver crown settle upon Caspian's head, a painful lump came to her throat. She knew, at that change between ages of silver to silver, that the golden Narnia she loved was no more.